"The Dragon" quietly observed him, its dark golden pupils gleaming with a trace of flowing fire-like essence.
Its black scales grew sharp backward-facing spines, clinking together like metal on metal, its stature becoming increasingly towering. Previously only as tall as a hundred-meter skyscraper, it had now become akin to a small mountain.
In the Dragon's cold eyes flickered a brutal light, subconsciously wanting to blow this weak ant to death.
But it had now gained some wisdom and seemed to vaguely recall something.
Could it be that, a long time ago, it had seen this ant?
On that day, it had even been honored to receive the reprimand of the great will.
Now,
Without any command from the "great will," the Dragon dared not act rashly.
After all, in the face of the "great will," the Dragon itself was no more than a trivial existence, not even worth mentioning as an ant.
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